Watching the anime from Madoka Magica and writing the rules

"As for me, I only exist thanks to everyone's help. It's not so much that I possess your memories, but rather that your behavior has given everyone this impression of you, which is why my memories are formed."

Qiubi answered Zhixing's doubts enthusiastically, and his performance of using both hands and mouth was really not what a socially anxious person should be like.

"What about my part of the cognition? My cognition should be the dominant part, right? Even if it will gradually be assimilated by other people's cognition in reality, you also obtained my memory, so you can talk to them in the stadium, right?"

Although the paper line materializes the cognitive existence of each student in the cognitive world, and allows them to respond accordingly according to their own experiences in reality.

But cognitive existence is cognitive existence after all, not the shadow entity of the opposite.

Therefore, although there is no problem with the positioning, the communication is somewhat out of sync. Often, after talking for a while, a summary word pops out.

Therefore, Zhi Xing watched Monokuma's pantomime with his hands and feet dancing, and everyone listened to Monokuma's words and expressed some opinions, and then fell silent. This summoned the "onlooker" that had materialized during the last despair into reality.

As for the other two cognitive beings who could come to reality, one, Sayaka Maizono, had returned as a corpse without any response, while the other, Kuwata, had already gone beyond the level that could be called upon by the paper line and was acting on his own in reality.

"Oh, you mean this?"

The [Onlooker] tilted his head and asked with a smile:

"Will you sign a contract with me and become a magical girl?"

"Sigh~~"

Zhixing listened to what Kyubey said in front of him, took a deep breath, and knew that something bad had happened because he didn't want to reveal his name.

Originally, Zhixing wanted to be more honest. After all, he just came here to ask questions. After learning about the plan to become stronger, he went to find the conditions to return and left.

Different from the original use as a code in Madoka Magica, in Conan he was worried about the rich people on the death list retaliating and revealing their backgrounds, in Kenichi he was afraid of his identity being checked because he had a fellow villager, and in P5 he was afraid of being used as a coordinate to change his mind.

Originally, Zhixing didn't want to use a vest for himself, but after coming to this world, he learned that this world is not completely without super powers, and even has talents like psychics.

Zhixing knew that he could not reveal his real name here no matter what.

What if there's someone in the desperate group out there who can put a curse on himself or something like that?

But the current situation is that while my vest protects my name from being targeted, it also causes the wrong template to be loaded when the paper bank gives it recognition.

"Are there really no memories of me? Are there any memories of Homura? The kind from the real-life version."

"I don't know. What does the real-life version look like?"

Zhixing wanted to say something but stopped himself, and finally gave up explaining to the [Bystander]. Instead, he reluctantly let the other party follow the instructions given to him when he still had the command power, "to trade with super high school level students", and then turned around and entered the witch's barrier.

Kyubey looked at Zhi Xing's disappearing figure, tapped his chin with his finger, and muttered to himself:

"Actually, I do have some knowledge about this cognitive world, but if you don't ask, then Kyubey wouldn't tell me directly, right? Well, don't blame me if I can't help you. After all, I am a [Super High School Level Observer]!"

After Kyubey finished speaking, he stretched with his body that was exactly the same as the paper line, then lay back on the floor and returned to reality from the memory space, and continued to wait for the super high school level who was willing to take the bait.

"Paper line, palace, witch barrier."

After returning to the witch's barrier, Zhi Xing couldn't wait to enter his own palace.

But just like what Zhixing tried at the end of p5, Zhixing was unable to enter his own palace, as if the palace had disappeared because of the contract with the butterfly.

"Ah, even if it's a different world, it still won't work?"

Zhixing sat on the ground, looking at the gymnasium in the impression space projected on the wall behind him, feeling a little disappointed.

If you can't see your own shadow, you can't learn your missing memories from the shadow.

Even if he could really rely on the bond with the people here to possess the power of the personality mask, he would still not be able to remember his own memories.

After all, in both the game and anime of P5, the story begins with the protagonist Amamiya Ren recalling her own memories. In terms of gameplay, this can turn the bad ending into a memory error, and also give players the right to freely allocate their time.

From this perspective, although the personality mask can be of the same size as the temple shadow, this power that is bound by the contract into the mask cannot help one recover his memory.

After Zhixing counted the powers that the cognitive world currently possessed and might possess in the future and found that none of them could help him recover his memory, he looked at the toy factory workshop in front of him.

Zhi Xing thought of the Witch's Kiss that reminded him of the entire history of the anime, but then he thought of the witches that Homura had eliminated over and over again, and the state of the witches' memories that even they themselves could not remember, and in the end he could only sigh subconsciously:

"As expected, one must specialize in a certain field. So, do you want to go to a world where you can restore your memory?"

"A world that can touch upon memories and possesses other powers, whether it's technology or superpowers, is somewhat dangerous."

"Should we first be sure of the next world? Or should we wait until we have the means to truly protect ourselves?"

The paper company thought about the trade-offs between security and functionality for a long time in this situation where there was no computer to query.

"Ah, now doesn't seem like the time to think about that, does it?"

After daydreaming for a long time, Zhixing suddenly remembered that they were still in the search period and the class judgment might be carried out at any time, so he hurriedly withdrew from the witch's barrier and returned to the memory space.

""

Although it was true that Zhi Xing had returned to the impression space, it seemed that because the witch's barrier would move, Zhi Xing did not go to the edge of the barrier to synchronize with reality. Looking at the elevator fence in front of him and the dark area above his head, he felt a bad feeling in his heart.

"Could it be that... the class referee has already begun? And now... because of the [Baseball Player's] despair, the witch's barrier has moved underground?"

Zhihang tried pressing the button in the elevator, but the elevator did not go up or down. Instead, the fence opened, revealing a dark alley under the blood-red light.

I looked up at the sky, but there was no sign of the elevator shaft.

He looked down at the ground, his sight swallowed up as if he were staring into an abyss.

Zhi Xing couldn't help but smiled bitterly and shook his head:

"How unfortunate! It finally happened. I'm lost in the memory space with no one to rescue me."

"Is it because I want to regain my memory? It feels quite similar to Angels of Death."

Zhihang stood in front of the elevator door and hesitated for a moment, but still chose not to enter the alleyway on this floor.

"Now that I'm here, I need to rely on myself to dodge the cognitive shadows and get back to the upper level."

"Then let me try."

"Given the unique nature of this school, even though I've only been there for a few days, the public awareness of me should be enough to unlock even the lowest level, right?"

"Just think of it as exploring the way for Sayaka Maizono who was injured by the witch. Let me see what the deepest part of this world is like."

With such desperate thoughts, Zhixing returned to the witch's barrier again, wanting to use the power of the witch's barrier to sneak into the lowest level of the cognitive world, or in other words... the level where the class court was held.

"Maizono-san's last death message was 11037. Since she wrote it with her back turned, the correct message should be LEON. In other words, the culprit is Kuwata Reien!"

With the help and guidance of the [Detective], [Lucky] successfully found the key point from everyone's speeches, summarized the truth of the matter, and arrived at the final moment of the grade referee despite the complete denial of the [Baseball Player].

"You're lying! Shut up! Show me your evidence!"

"If you can't produce any evidence, then it's just fabrication. I absolutely don't agree with that!!"

[Baseball player] roared hysterically at Makoto Naegi, but did not interrupt Makoto Naegi's train of thought. Instead, he recalled the clues he knew, as if he had eliminated all the wrong answers by the process of elimination, and accurately found the only [decisive evidence].

"Sangtian, could you show us your toolbox?"

"If I'm not mistaken, the screwdrivers in your toolbox should have signs of being used."

Makoto Naegi pointed at the "Baseball Player" and stumped Kuwata-san, the only one whose toolbox had been used.

When everyone present saw the reaction of the "baseball player", they realized that the other party was too suspicious and began to put pressure on him.

After an unknown amount of time, the Baseball Player, who had been furiously lashing out at Lucky, realized he couldn't clear the suspicion that his toolbox had been used. He stammered a few words from his open mouth:

"...No...it's not me..."

"Hmph, you're still being stubborn? Then tell me what you did with the toolbox."

"No... No... It was Kyubey, it was Kyubey who did it!!"

The baseball player, who had been forced into a desperate situation and didn't even have the strength to blink, suddenly became emotional as if he had thought of a way to escape.

"Hey! Kyubey! Are you there? Come and save me!"

"You killed that person, right? Come out quickly! Monokuma, you should have seen that it was Kyubey who dealt the final blow! I didn't do it!"

The panicked questioning only exposed his own intelligence.

"I see. So you admit you were at the scene, right? We discussed the situation of the 'bystander' at the beginning, right? He must have arrived when the murder was taking place."

"Even if you blame that guy for the crime now, since we can't vote for him, our votes will still have to go to you. You should understand that."

[Gambling Master] glanced at a few people whose judgment might be affected by emotions, and casually determined everyone's voting target.

"Pfft, pfft, it looks like we've reached a conclusion."

"Well, it's almost time to vote!"

"Please use the buttons at hand to vote~"

"Ah, just to be safe... please vote for someone!! You don't want to be punished for something as trivial as this, do you?"

Monokuma excitedly introduced the final voting function to everyone who was serving as a class referee for the first time, leaving the [Baseball Player] with no room for explanation.

"Wait...wait! Monokuma! Let Kyubey come over here! Doesn't he have the privilege of being exempt from death? I want to trade! I want to trade with him!! I'll do anything!!!"

"privilege?"

[The Nobleman] looked at Monokuma in confusion and repeated it as if for confirmation.

"Ah, ah, I was going to announce it next time when you guys didn't make a move, but there's nothing I can do~"

"Yes! As a [Super High School Level Observer], I've suffered from my talent, so I've requested a special service."

"That is, the privilege of [rewriting one's inevitable fate]!"

"Puff, puff, everyone who's unfortunately caught up in the fratricidal school life, rejoice! Because if you're spotted by a [Bystander], even if you're killed, or even if you kill someone, you can skip the class judgment and graduate directly!"

"No, I should say that you will be safe for the rest of your life~"

"But... that's only possible when you're on the ground floor of the academy. If you're wondering why, it's because Spectators can't go underground!"

The black and white bear's pupils emitted a red light, clearly and completely recording the moment when the "baseball player" turned from hope to despair.

Chapter 301 Execution Transaction

"I want to make a deal with you. I'll do anything."

Zhixing felt very strange when he saw the baseball player kneeling in front of him with a look of despair.

He turned his head and looked at the courtroom on the side.

Perhaps because the real courtroom had never been seen by Zhi Xing, the entire courtroom still had a two-dimensional style of scene and layout. In the courtroom, 14 super high school level students and two wooden signs of their portraits stood in their corresponding positions.

But Zhixing didn't pay attention to Enoshima-san who was standing outside the courtroom because her seat was occupied. Instead, he looked at Kuwata-san who was raising his hand high.

Cognitive existence is more honest than shadow.

The shadow cannot keep secrets and will tell everything it knows if asked.

Because the shadow represents unconcealed desire, naturally there will be no thought of letting one's desires be compromised due to other considerations.

So, when Ishida, as a discipline officer who meant what he said, "Okay, then everyone close your eyes, and the criminals, please raise your hands!"

Ishida-san closed her eyes, and Kuwata-san raised her hand.

So the remaining twelve students who had not yet closed their eyes, after learning the true identity of the criminal, described one by one what they knew about the murderer and the victim.

However, although the truth of the matter has been revealed in the impression space, the impression space is not a space closely related to reality after all.

Therefore, people in reality have no idea what is happening in the cognitive world, and are therefore still trying to eliminate suspicion and make guesses.

And these cognitive beings, under the initial instruction of simulating reality, had to stand still and repeat the clues they knew over and over again without saying a word.

Therefore, when Zhi Xing saw the target person appear from the edge of the witch's barrier through his closed-eye perspective, he walked out of the elevator of the witch's barrier that only went down and never up, and saw the out-of-place Baseball in this courtroom, covering his ears and enduring the torture of being convicted over and over again by everyone.

"So you are...the Shadow of the Temple?"

After looking at it again and again, Zhixing confirmed that the person standing there was a cognitive existence that had become a real person because he had entered reality, and the person who lowered his head and waited for him to speak was not a real person who could break into the impression space, so he couldn't help but ask.

"If...if I could return to the court...no, if I could return to the team...then I would still be the master of the hall."

"But... I already have... nothing left... not even a future..."

The baseball player raised his head and looked at the paper line expectantly, hoping to get help from the other party.

"[Despair] has set its sights on me. I have no other options but to rely on you. Please, save me!"

Unlike the original body, which cannot understand what is happening in the cognitive world, the cognitive shadow can not only know what is happening in reality, but also clearly recognize that forgotten memory and the matter of [Super High School Level Despair].

“How far has reality come?”

"It's already... the conclusion has been reached... the vote is coming soon."

"Don't you hate me?"

Upon hearing this, Zhihang did not propose a transaction, but instead raised questions first.

"Haha, maybe I'm still in the dark now, but I know. When I saw the motivation image given to me by [Despair], I already knew it."